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[Alaundril Do'Rhett]

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Alaundril arrived back to his sanctuary quite late in the evening. It didn't seem that he had been followed and he had taken a few hours cleaning up the trail of blood from his recent captive. He sat at his desk now, glad to be back in the relative safety of his granite building. The old drow pulled a fresh piece of parchment, ink well and quill. He began to pen a letter to Matron Viaxus:

Ilharess:
Usstan inbal aquired a sel ste'kol whol dos. Il zhah safely velkyn feir tarthe dal udossta. Lest fridj telanth l' Lotus orn naut tlu sae'uth. Usstan orn thalra xuil dos 'zil ulnin 'zil ol zhah whol dos.
L' Syndicate uriu tlus bein. Udossta inbal grown lu' udos ph' kr'athin ulu extend udossta operation ulu Sanctus. Xan'ss zhah nindel gaer zhah l' possibility d' natha sel sreen'aur qu'ellar whol udossa.

Z'hin wun Vhid Ilharess.

-The Boss-


The drow assassin let the ink dry and rolled the parchment into a scroll. Sealing it with the signature crimson :S:. He left the scroll with an attendant in the Tangled Web with strict orders to deliver it to the Matron as soon as possible.

[Kal'iksix]

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Kal'iksix strolled into The Tangled Web for a quick drink after supervising the recent contruction at the Tier Breche. One of the many human slaves approached her with caution and held up the rolls parchment. Kal'iksix snatched the parchment from his hands and read the spidery writing. She smirked with an arched eyebrow and penned her reply just below the note on the same paper.

Natha sel ste'kol, lu'oh bronretla. Usstan orn tlu duul'sso vel'drav dos ph' duul'sso. Dos xal ragar uns'aa a l' Bryklyth Cress xor a l' Tier Breche. Al xunor xuil dosst sel glennen ulu dosst akh. Vel'drav 'udtila jalbol involving udossa morfeth nindyn cha'kohkev ninjas loff'ta?

Dossta wun l' Quar'valsharess
L' Ilharess

She rolled it back up and handed it back to the male.
"Return this to who wrote it!" She ordered as she finished her drink.